Oh my apocalypse [YiZhanFF]

Part 23 Hotel

As the two started their onward journey, Zhan and Yibo agreed that Zhan would keep an eye on the road and its bumps, as well as holes in the ground, and Yibo would keep an eye on the surroundings. Just in case any black creatures did show up.

Because Zhan was so excited that they were now so close to their destination, he kept stepping on the gas and accelerating, causing Yibo to tell Zhan again and again to slow down and watch the road. "Please try not to kill us with your driving so close to the finish line. Take your foot off the gas." Scolded Yibo.

"Sorry Yibo, I'm just so excited. I feel like we're on the right track and the closer we get to the hotel, the more excited and nervous I get."

"I can understand that Zhan. But please, drive carefully!" Zhan nodded and slowed down. Even though it was hard for him, he knew Yibo was right and this road really had it in it. Smaller and larger stones were scattered everywhere. Holes that were sometimes only the size of a fist but also as big as a basketball are also here and there on the bumpy road.

"I suppose the road was the last step your great uncle wanted to tackle before the opening. I see here and there that this road was brought to this width by a machine." Said Yibo as he looked at the edges of the road.

"As far as I know, they had already started and then stopped when my great uncle died, even though he had already paid for the complete road reconstruction. I remember my father suing the road construction company at that time. But that didn't help because the company went bankrupt and was dissolved."

"I see. So it could have and should have been completed after your uncle died, but because they went bankrupt, nothing came of it."

"Mmm, and my dad never got the money back. And because my great uncle died, he didn't have another road construction company finish it either."

"Did your dad inherit the hotel?"

"No. He didn't. My great uncle left it to me. I was going to sell it eventually, but somehow I couldn't get it done. And the offers I got for it were unbelievable. Supposedly interested people wanted me to believe that there was still so much to be done to push the price down. So I left it at that and didn't sell."

"And it never occurred to you to open the hotel yourself?"

"No, not really. I had my job as a surgeon and didn't want to do anything else. And about running a hotel, I have absolutely no idea."

"Well, it's good that you didn't sell it, anyway. Now it serves as a shelter for us and other survivors."

"True. I think if my great uncle knew that, he would love this idea of using his hotel as a shelter. And the great thing about the hotel is that we can live self-sufficiently. We produce our own electricity through the biogas plant and if it doesn't produce enough electricity, there is still a huge field with solar panels and big batteries where the collected energy is stored. We can create different jobs, through the different sectors. Agriculture, livestock, slaughtering, sewing, laundry, tailoring, woodwork and there is even a blacksmith shop. Engineers and electricians are also needed. So you see, we can create our own utopia if we all work together."

"That sounds really good. I hope it will turn out that way. And I hope there aren't any assholes hiding among the survivors like that mayor and his men from the place where we met the old man."

"Well, police officers like you will have to be in charge of that. I think my dad will take over securing the area with his soldiers and leave cops like you to do the work of keeping an eye on the occupants of the hotel."

"Being able to work as a police officer again, that hadn't even crossed my mind until now. But yes, you're right, policemen are needed too. Because where there are a lot of different people, crimes can happen."